O Nobodaddy come and get me I am God! And basta, I am done. You’re not my daddy. You’re nobody’s daddy. Enough! Bring a stranger into our tower and now mine is the second best bed. Strangers at my gates! Sinning against my light. I starve and he waxes fat. Try and make me the slave of servants I am done, you hear me God! I am God! The son of a jalap merchant reeking of the land of milk and money. I know that assurfaction minorates atrocities but I won’t let myself get comfortable. I’m out! The kiss of ashes on my breath and that’s that. You hear me God? You are dead! You are beastly dead! I am God! I am tired of this shit. Everything is hidden and not where it should be. Life is a waxing and a waning and I am always and forever in the middle of the path of life no matter how fast or how slow or which direction or why. Where else is there or when? Birth me, bury me, the middle of the path is just as obsure as where we came from and whence we go. And when and where. God is running a short con and I’m the mark baby. It’s a shell game and you want to know what’s what, I am God! I’ll be making the meaning around here. Misdirect me if you think you can God, I’ll be the one who decides. I’m the daddy now baby I’m everybody’s daddy!

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I thought I heard a toad whispering into my ear. That is how the dream began. It was a strange dream or nightmare, I do not understand which, of a place I have never seen and people looking unlike anybody within the walls of our dear abbey. I sensed that the toad was most troubled. I have spoken with many creatures but never with a toad, so I am not certain of his words or meanings, but he had a fluent croak. Werburgh. Werburgh. My name came forth from his bulbous throat most naturally. I am uncertain, but I believe he may have shifted his appearance, for at times I thought he resembled a bulldog. Or a sheep. Even a rook. Oh the things he showed me disturbed me greatly. I saw a coffin and mourners, but they were strangely dressed and the poor deceased had not a full mass, merely the absolution and that was all for to send the dear pitiable creature to our eternal Father. Oh how I shall pray for that sweet soul! The toad then whispered into my ear a most grievous vision; a man of dour countanence, not of our faith, improperly kneeling and unable to pray. Within his thoughts he held such little understanding of the sacred rites we hold so dear, and he occupied his mind most shockingly with the flesh of his wife puffed with air. I can hardly bring myself to see it. Then most dreadfully he imagined the light which might come from igniting air released by the desecration of tombs long sealed! I grieve greatly for the everlasting soul of this wretched man who damages himself with his thoughts. How I tremble for the future of our existence as I believe this was the purpose of the wise dear toad. He showed me such disturbing revelations of what is surely to be the second fall of man so that perhaps with piety and prayer we can change the miserable lot of our wretched future bretheren. I see now my friends the wild geese in their pond. We shall cook the fat one in a pie this evening and tomorrow I shall gather its feathers and bones and resurrect the dear creature. That is, if the rest of them give me their solemn promise to stay out of the cornfield.